Diksha

This mind of mine Seems to be completely different My thoughts Have a different direction A wave of people moves north ward While I stay put Or go east, west or south I wonder Am I the only one Who takes an hour to think The possibilities Outcomes Past, present and future Do people really care Or mind themselves in the process I’ve seen things Heard things Things that bring unjust pleasure Torturing young minds Into a criminals treasure One argument Ten people Nine agree The last doesn’t I am different Not to be measured by cruelty Or some sense of fashion A passion That’s contagious Making minds oblivious To the possibilities From each action Think Isn’t there more meaning to oneself? Or, are we unoriginal Following trends Pretend To be someone we are not. My thoughts say foolish, stupidity Other thoughts say fun and humility The evergreen That will soon die and brown And they will frown. Upon their big headed justice My mind is different Un-understandable To both myself And others From a close range And far distance.